Sorry for the excessive blogging, non-existing readers.
As of now, I'm kind of feeling kind of down. Why? I just read the most depressing passage ever in a book. I've never cried because of a book. It was just so ... beautifully written. And I was so sad. I couldn't help it.
Then, when I checked my tee time, it turns out I'm the second earliest. Which also means that I was the second worst out there. Which I already knew, but it sucks to see it. Especially when you see that the best player is only one stroke over par. And I'm like fifty over.
And I really dislike my dad right now. Really. Everything he says makes me feel like shit.
Oh, and my iPod battery just died.
As of now, I'm kind of feeling kind of down. Why? I just read the most depressing passage ever in a book. I've never cried because of a book. It was just so ... beautifully written. And I was so sad. I couldn't help it.
Then, when I checked my tee time, it turns out I'm the second earliest. Which also means that I was the second worst out there. Which I already knew, but it sucks to see it. Especially when you see that the best player is only one stroke over par. And I'm like fifty over.
And I really dislike my dad right now. Really. Everything he says makes me feel like shit.
Oh, and my iPod battery just died.
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